Saturday, August 28, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

In terms of this


sunny days could be sunnier these days.
a series of songs in a notebook i dont remember writing.
Nights/Steps backward.
Days/skeptical doses of quick and easy friendship/conversations.
Not much of anywhere i can be completely happy right now.
I am fine. this is what inspiration most effectively is.

hypothetical thinking is a double edged sword

The Rest of the Numbered Pencil Family

literally sick over it


Thursday, August 19, 2010

chicken nuggies


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

feelin pretty conor oberst


heres me wallowing at 1:30 in the morning the night before i leave my girlfriend for the year


8:07 pm

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Today Rain makes for Bleeding Traffic Lights


how strange it is, a subtle, draining green in a sea of light the colors of my favorite gummy bears.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Frank Sinatra


im going to make my blog kid friendly. just a notification.

an obscure progression of time......

Found a poem that read
"Time is infinite,
Time is a canoe"
it was titled "Time".
there was more that i did not care to read


Monday, August 9, 2010

boys and girls

2wo girls tour harbor town on bikes looking at boys. they are wearing dresses with elbow pads and helmets.

Saturday, August 7, 2010



the following words dance with space to the tapped out rhythm of my trembling fingers.

ive decided that if you were a term i would rephrase you.
drawn? i'd erase you.
a stranger? i'd mace you.

but fuck it because i'm blind.
only when the spot on my wall moves is it alive, my eyes don't recognize the ties that bind us all so close or the common things spent roaming upon this earth ill never know. god damn these lenses setting trends is hard in a blurry world cant you realize i can't real eyes anything anymore. so i run hoping with contact with traffic a slapstick end to a life i regret down to the earth where my eyes don't matter, down to the earth where my mind may set.


Friday, August 6, 2010

a notebook where every page is blank except one which reads...

the world is nothing more than a plane upon which ideas are represented. everything necessary for the normal operation of the process of life has been thought about and is a product of thought.

i threw it out moments later

Monday, August 2, 2010

a dull but haunting illness

i think me, my tum, and my bum have crossed a malevolent curse. For since a young age my weeks have never lacked days of matte but persistently irritating gastrointestinal displeasure.